Trouble
Tara and JJ take the boys swimming.
Tara's long legs were bent at the knees to cover most of her body in the water in the shallow end of the pool. Her arms straight out in front of her, ready to catch Michael at a moment's notice if his head went under the water. He was still getting the hang of swimming and while he was adamant that he could be in the pool all by himself (just like his big brother), Tara wasn't ready to let that happen quite yet. Especially not when JJ wasn't present, last thing Tara needed was for her girlfriend's son to start drowning on her watch.
JJ had brought the boys over to Tara's apartment complex to enjoy a day at the pool, but right as they arrived, she'd gotten a call she had to take. The boys, ever impatient as they were, begged Tara to take them to the pool and just let their mom catch up when she was done. Tara had zero ability to say 'no' to Henry and Michael, the three of them had become extremely close over the span of Tara and JJ's relationship, so she was more than happy to appease them.
She'd watched them on her own before, this wasn't anything new, but she was still on high alert in terms of safety in the pool. She, better than most people, knew all of the horrible ways things could go south in the blink of an eye, so she was being hyper-vigilant at present.
Michael sputtered slightly and she immediately grabbed him, lifting him out of the water with her hands under his armpits. "Oh god, are you okay?!"
He wiggled in her arms. "I'm fine, Tarwa! I was swimmin'!"
"Okay, okay," she cautiously lowered him into the water again and resumed her previous posture, acting as his spotter while he clumsily doggy-paddled in the shallow end.
She glanced to the other side of the pool where Henry was playing with some kids his age. He caught her eye and waved before he did a cannonball into the deep end, the splash was awarded with uproarious applause from some of the other boys. Tara scanned the surface, waiting for him to come back up, but there was no sign of his long blonde mop of hair.
"Henry?" she called as her heart raced.
She was one second away from putting Michael on the edge so she could find his brother, when two hands grabbed her shoulders from behind as Henry yelled, "BOO!"
She jumped at the shock and both of the boys burst into laughter. Henry grinned, "Oh, I so got you that time!"
She threw him a glance over her shoulder, "Yeah, you did, but you didn't count on me..." she grabbed his arms and pulled them over her shoulders at the same time she jumped up out of the water, then threw him off her back to send him flying into the water.
He resurfaced, shaking his long hair out of his face. "Not fair!"
"Neither was scaring me," she replied sternly. They held each other's eye for a moment before she winked to indicate she wasn't actually upset and he swam back to his new friends.
Michael shrieked in delight, "Me next, me next!"
"Alright, hold your nose kiddo," Tara grabbed him under his arms again, bouncing him on each count, "Three...two....one!"
She tossed him gently into the water and he came back up, sputtering. She quickly swam over and grabbed him again, "Oh, god. You okay? Are you hurt?"
"Tara, he's five," JJ laughed as she walked up. "He can survive a bit of water in his nose."
"Hi baby," she smiled her son and her girlfriend simultaneously. She slipped off her sandals and dropped the towel she had wrapped around her waist.
Michael's eyes went wide. "Mommy! You have an ouchie!"
Tara followed his line of sight and her face dropped as she took in the dark mouth-shaped bruise on JJ's inner thigh. "Yes... you do."
In her rush to get into her swimsuit to go join the trio, JJ opted to forgo her shorts and settled on just taking the towel with her. She quickly wrapped it around herself again, sharing an embarrassed look with her girlfriend. "I totally forgot about...that...um, ouchie."
"Does it hurt?" Michael asked in concern. "What happened?"
JJ recovered from her momentary shock and sat on the edge, putting her feet in without removing the towel. "It doesn't hurt, baby. It's from...uh, work."
His little hands gripped the edge, his tip toes barely resting on the bottom of the pool to hold him steady. "Did a bad guy do it!?"
JJ didn't lie to her children when she could help it, but she was at a loss with how to explain the massive hickey her girlfriend had left on such an intimate area of her thigh. She sighed, "Yes, the person who did it was being, very, very, bad."
"Did he go in time-out?" Michael decided. "If you're bad, you gotta get in trwouble and go to time out."
She looked over his head, glaring at Tara while she replied, "Yes, you're right. They are definitely in trouble."